For Gin, In Cruel Sober

Exercise Is The Most Awful Illusion. The Secret Is A Lot Of Aspirin And Marrons Glaces.

Mad Dogs And Englishmen Go Out In The Mid-day Sun.

I Don't Believe In Astrology. The Only Stars I Can Blame For My Failures Are Those That Walk About The Stage.

You Ask My Advice About Acting? Speak Clearly, Don't Bump Into The Furniture And If You Must Have Motivation, Think Of Your Pay Packet On Friday.

For Gin, In Cruel Sober Truth, Supplies The Fuel For Flaming Youth.